The Wicked (9 page)

My body tightened around him, urging him to finish with me. The sensation of us reaching our end together always made for a better ride. Never once did he deny my request. He grew within me and went even harder. My body responded in approval, sending shuddering splices of sweet heaven withering about as his loud roars gave an extra strength to my own release.

“You two are despicable. Now you’re doing it like dogs. Disgusting.”
Willow’s voice broke through the lingering effects.

“Would you just go away?” I said in a breathless voice.

“I hope that statement was not meant for me.” Kyden chuckled beside my ear, his chest rising and falling quickly against my back.

“Who do you think that was meant for?”

He chuckled again as he leaned away, withdrew his penis, and lifted me off the couch.

After I found my legs again, I glanced around and could only laugh. The couch had moved all the way to the other side of the room. I met Kyden’s gaze. “I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t a Guardian you’d break me.”

“Good thing you are then.” Kyden said, firmly, and gave my ass a hard slap. He swept me up in his arms, strode toward the bedroom then plopped us down on the bed as we both attempted to recover any source of strength. Mind-blowing orgasms can do that.

“Someone stole my pillow,” Haven said snippily, standing at my door.

It was the first thing she said when I opened the door. I actually made her repeat it just so I was sure I heard her right. Through the second attempt, I remembered the incident with the damn cat.

“Willow, you get out here right now,” I demanded. She strutted out of the bedroom as if the Queen had arrived. “Did you steal Haven’s pillow?”

“You said to get one so I did.”

First, I scowled at Willow then I glanced back to Haven. “I’m really sorry. I told Willow to find me a pillow after she ruined mine and she must have gone to your place and taken yours. Wait here, I’ll go get it.”

“Nah. Don’t worry about. I’ve got lots. I just thought it was so weird, who steals a pillow? But now I know it was that kitty of yours.” Haven wagged her finger at Willow. “Naughty girl.”

“Idiot number two.”
Willow’s voice snapped.

“She is very naughty.” I said with equal firmness as I shook my finger too.

“They’re all idiots.”
Willow remarked and scampered back off to the bedroom.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Talon’s enraged voice filled the air. “Home, Haven. Now.”

Haven’s eyes widened and she never even glanced Talon’s way. “I’m outta here. You guys are toast.” She quickly ran in the other direction.

“Er…Kyden,” I said nervously.

In an instant, Kyden was beside me. “Problem?”

“You bet,” I said, nodding toward the hall.

Kyden followed my gaze, Talon was fastly approaching our residence. When he met my gaze again, his eyes gleamed with a big ass smile that spread across his handsome face.

One breath later, Talon stormed into the room, looking furious. “Shut that door and both of you get over here.”

I closed the door quickly then pushed Kyden in front of me. So, I was sending him in to fight the battle. He wants to be dominant, well there you go.
Go be dominant for me, my strong powerful male, while I cower behind you.

“Sit down,” Talon shouted, sitting on the couch.

I took a seat as far away as I could—the loveseat on the other side of the room seemed like my best option. Frig, I’d never seen Talon so mad. His anger was seething from him.

Talon looked at Kyden then his gaze fell to mine. “What you two did in there is apprehensible.”

Kyden laughed. “Is that how you saw it?”

Talon stood and glared down at him. I had to give Kyden credit, he didn’t even flinch. I was a few feet away and tucked into myself, shaking in my boots. Talon could be damn scary when he wanted to be.

“You will never do that again. Am I understood?” Talon roared at Kyden. “What a mockery you made. You are my son. You cannot behave in such ways. That was your challenge, not a night to get your rocks off. What you did in there was outrageous.”

Kyden arched a brow. “It was outrageous—outrageously good.”

I chuckled a little. Talon’s eyes met mine and I froze. “Sorry,” I said quickly.

“Sorry doesn’t even cover it,” he responded. “If Drake saw you behaving in such a way…”

I cringed a little hearing that name.

Talon immediately softened. “Now I fear I need to apologize. My anger gets the better of me. I should not have brought him up.” Then, he stared angrily at Kyden. “Look at what you’ve made me do. You bloody fool. You better control yourself from now on. Save intimate moments for appropriate times. Do you both hear me?”

We both nodded. Kyden smiling, while I didn’t feel there was much to smile about. I valued my life too much to smile into the face of one seriously pissed off Talon.

“I am going to leave it to you as to your decision on how we proceed now,” Talon said to me. “Do you want to re-challenge him or leave it until the next challenge arises?”

“Er…leave it till next time. If that’s okay?”

“Fine. Now get up, we are sending both of you out. Do you think you can manage that without having a go at each other?”

“An assignment.” I jumped up and ran for the door. “Let’s go.”

Kyden and Talon kept up with my run down the hall by walking only because their legs were longer and muscular legs like theirs exuded power.

The second I rounded the corner and entered the Council’s foyer, Haven squeaked, “Oh goodie. We get to go out together again.”

“I know, I’m so excited, too.” I met up with her and bounced up and down in her arms.

“Are you two done?” Kyden asked, waiting at the door.

I turned back to him, noticed Talon was gone. “Where’d he go? Doesn’t he have to tell us the location?”

“If you weren’t sprinting here, you would have heard,” Kyden responded.

“Oh, okay,” I said, impatiently. “Where to then?”

“Wichita, Kansas—74 Spruce Street.”

I glanced at Haven. “Ever been?”

“Nope,” she replied, grasping onto my hand. “First time for everything.” Kyden grasped my other hand, opened the door to the portal then stepped through. The light hit, the pressure against my body strangled my breath. Only seconds later, it stopped.

When my eyes opened, we were standing on Spruce Street. A little wartime red brick bungalow straight ahead, completely surrounded by large maple trees.

Old neighborhoods were always my favorite—big trees lining the streets just made houses look more like homes. A chain-link fence wrapped around the grounds and an untended garden made up most of the front lawn.

“Someone doesn’t take much pride in their home,” Haven said in disgust.

Couldn’t have agreed with her more—whoever’s home this was, didn’t understand the meaning of a lawn mower.

Before I could tell her as much, a deep voice said, “No. They don’t.”

I glanced toward the voice. A vampire stepped out of the house and opened the steel gate. The Council had infiltrated all Police Departments and Governments. This tall and mysteriously handsome guy must be one badass super cop.

“I am Detective Broden,” he said to Kyden. “You are Kyden, I assume?”

“I am.” He nodded toward us. “Nexi and Haven.”

We both gave him a little wave.

“The body is this way.” He held open the gate for us. “Appears to be a typical vampire killing—the body is of a young woman.” He glanced back to Haven and I. “She is not in an appropriate state.”

I laughed and waved his concern away with my hand. “Couple of boobs we can handle.”

Broden inclined his head, but said nothing further.

Kyden stepped in into the house first, which was his usual way. Always protective. I once suggested I should go in first, but he just laughed. That was the end of it. Can’t always win in our little battles and it was small enough that I really didn’t care. I liked to save my energy to fight against him for the ones that truly mattered. One thing he did—one thing I could always be counted on for—is putting up a hell of a fight.

As I entered the house, it was apparent the woman was a college student. None of her furniture matched, all looked like old hand-me-down specials. Wine bottles, movies—not PG-rated ones—were spread out along the coffee table.

I picked one up and laughed. “Lord of the G-Strings.”

Kyden arched a brow. “You have an interest in those, do you?”

“Keep dreaming, lover boy.”

Kyden grinned devilishly and headed for the bedroom. I threw the movie down and followed in behind him with Haven right on my heels.

As I cleared the doorway, a woman was sprawled out on her bed not nearly as drained as I’d expect her to be. Normally vampires in bloodlust leave nothing behind. This woman’s double-Ds were still plump. She was undeniably in the throes of passion when she passed on—judging by the ludicrous position she was in.

I took a quick glance around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The furniture in the room only consisted of a small end table on the left side of her double bed and a TV stand in front.

“No other evidence within the house except for the two fang marks on her neck,” Broden said.

I stepped closer, seeing the evidence for myself. There were two small puncture marks in the left side of the woman’s neck. “Are you sure that a vampire killed her?” I asked, glancing back at Broden.

His brows rose. “Of course I’m sure. There is no other evidence of interference and the fang marks are a pretty clear indicator.”

“I know, it’s just she’s still so full.” I waved across her body. When I looked at Kyden for him to agree with my findings, he wasn’t looking at her face. I gave him a hard smack on the arm. “Keep your eyes on her neck.”

“What do you expect?” He laughed. “Look at the size of them.”

“Can’t agree with him more.” Haven giggled. “I can’t take my eyes off those jubilees.”

I scowled at both of them and reached over to pull the sheet over the woman. She looked around twenty-one—she was so young. But nothing about this seemed like what Broden was suggesting. My gut was gnawing at me that something was off here. I glanced around the room again in search of answers and when my gaze connected with fine white powder sitting atop a mirror on the end table, I stepped in closer to examine it.

“See something?” Kyden asked.

“I’m not an expert here, but is this cocaine?” I asked Broden. Gloria raised me to just say
NO
so clearly I wasn’t sure what it looked like. Really though, it didn’t take a genius to make the assumption. Why else would power be lining a mirror?

Broden came up beside me, knelt down, swiped a bit of the powder off the mirror then held it to his nose and took a sniff. “I believe you might be right.”

“Do you think she was doing this?” I asked.

Broden gave me an exasperated glance. “You think I had a chance to ask her?”

“Geesh,” I retored. “You’re the detective. I’m just saying maybe she overdosed?”

He was thoughtful for a moment. “I suppose it is possible.”

Without pause, I glanced to Haven. “Do your alakazam and let’s see what happened here.”

“Okie dokie,” she responded, making her way to the side of the bed. She raised her hands in the air and within seconds the air vibrated then the scene was before us.

This woman must practice Yoga because she sure was flexible. The vampire was enjoying her gymnastic moves immensely as he rocked her world as only a vampire could. For a few minutes, I couldn’t look away. Never had I seen a vampire
do the nasty
before. It wasn’t really something I wished to see. But now witnessing it, I immediately understood why humans became so addicted to them. His speed was startling.

Finally, after a long lingering look, I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and shock then glanced around the room again looking for anything that could give us a lead here.

The very first place I looked, I saw that I was a better detective than I thought. “Look,” I said. “More cocaine.” And a lot more at that.

Two huge fat lines were sitting atop the mirror. The woman’s loud scream of completion stole the moment for anyone to respond. I snapped my gaze to her. She shoved the vampire off, climbed over to the table, leaned over the mirror, and a moment later, the evidence of those drugs was gone.

“Alright, my energizer bunny,” she purred, turning back to the vampire. “Are you ready for more?”

“Always ready,” the vampire answered.

He wasn’t lying. Vampires are sensual creatures. The need for intimacy is almost equal to their need for blood.

“Let me have a taste of you,” the vampire said, climbing back on top of her, getting back to business.

As he began to thrust, the woman leaned her head to the side, gave him access as he dove in and drank heavily from her throat.

“Yuck,” I gasped.

Broden gave me a look.

“Sorry, I mean yum,” I corrected.

Haven laughed.

Broden didn’t, just focused back on the hot sex.

Twenty minutes later, the two were still going at it. Kyden had leaned against a table, Broden squatted down against the wall and Haven sat on the floor, picking at her nails.

“Good lord,” I snapped and tapped my foot impatiently. “Are they ever going to be done?” This woman was on orgasm number seven the last time I counted. Hell, wasn’t she getting sore?

“I wish!” Haven exclaimed. “This is taking forever.”

Just as Haven’s words drifted away, the woman gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Kyden stood up quickly, focusing on the woman.

“Nadine, what is it?” The vampire looked tormented. “What is wrong? Did I drink too much? Oh no. What have I done?”